AN EFFECTIVE LOG WASHING

DEVICE

T is often claimed that the first few minutes run of a band saw will dull it more than the succeeding hours run, and if this is the case, how much more must a saw be dulled that has to run through mud and sand and gravel caked on the outside of a log, which is a common condition of timber during the wet season. The photograph of two fine White Oak logs, taken in an East Arkansas woods, shows the amount of mud on the logs after having been dragged across the loading ground after a rain. How this mud and sand would affect a saw tooth can be better imagined than described. To overcome the detriment of such a condition one of the large mills has a washing device, shown in the other photograph, which is clear enough not to need any explanation. A three inch pipe leads to a yoke of pipe in which there are openings sufficient to direct a stream to every part of the log as it passes up on the conveyor chain. Driven from a centrifugal pump with a pressure of about 75 pounds, the loose bark, dirt and sand are all washed off, and the logs go to the saw clean and in almost as good a condition as if they had been in a pond. Any device which removes dirt from a log is helpful,

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AVE had some experiences with small-pox, wolves and cross-cut saws during the past 16 years, but only this once did they enter into a combination such as I am about to relate. I have tramped through the wilds of the North, South, East and West during these years, most of the time a cross-cut saw being my only pal.

On this particular occasion I had not only my old time friend the saw, but about 30 small-pox patients, that I was trying to give the glad good bye to.

It was the winter of 1901 that I found myself mixed up in this combination in the wilds of Northern Wisconsin where I was demonstrating and selling cross-cut saws to lumbermen. On this particular trip I had got a chance ride with a man of the woods to one of the large lumber camps about 20 miles from town. It was not far from the midnight hour when my friend halted at the door of the camp to let me off, he having 5 or 6 miles more to make before reaching his own camp. Seeing a light in the stable I made for it and inquired of the boy whom I found there, where the foreman could be located. The boy asked if I was the doctor and if I had come to see him as he was down with the small-pox and also 30 of the men. I had now found out all I cared to about this particular camp so inquired how far it was to the next camp which he said was 2 miles through the woods and by the road 3 or 4 miles. Thought I had better take to the woods, so offered the boy a dollar to guide me through. It was snowing and none too light, so the boy with the lantern took the lead and the writer, with his cross-cut saw, followed close behind. We had made the best part of the hike when the guide's trained ear caught the unwelcome howl of the pack. It only took him about two jumps of a wolf to start on the return trip. $2.00 had no attraction for him to continue on, so I with the lantern and saw and the boy with the dollar parted. Have

often wondered if I did not pray for the wolves to go his way. If he prayed that they might keep me company his prayer was answered as every jump they made was so much nearer to my scared self. It was now about time to do something and to do it quick. I knew that my hungry guests could not go up a tree but that I could, just as I had in my kid-hood days with a hooked end-stick. But without the hook how could I reach my perch of safety? Necessity is the mother of invention. The idea came as if by an electric impulse to use the saw. So I adjusted the sample handle to the end of the saw and as the teeth were protected with a heavy leather cap, having a grip-like handle, all that was necessary was to hook the handle over a limb and haul myself to a place of safety. After gaining my perch, was somewhat uneasy as the leader of the pack was making some high jumps and tearing the bark from the tree. Exposing the newly filed points of the saw I prepared for action, and with a cavalryman's sabre-like swing made a cut at my hungry antagonist that settled the right of possession, as he soon left the scene of action rubbing his head with his paw, his companions following, giving an occasional growl as a parting good bye for the manner in which I had entertained the gang, especially their leader. Not until my visitors had reached a safe distance did I descend from my perch to make my way to the camp where I was received as a gladiator, fed and cared for as only men of the woods know how.

-The Man With the Saw

ONCE TOO OFTEN

PARSON BLACK (sternly)-"Did you come by dat wateh-melyun honestly, Bruddeh Bingy?"

THE MELON TOTER-"Deed I did, pahson; ebry day fo' nigh on two weeks!"-Puck.

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T is said that band saws sometimes get cranky under even the best of treatment, but it is a safe conjecture that none of them ever "put anything over" on Mr. H. J. Kutz. There is a certain look of determination and resourcefulness about the set of his jaw which would seem to indicate that he carries through succesfully anything which he undertakes, whether it is the fitting up of a refractory band saw, or anything else.

For eleven of his thirty-three years, Mr. Kutz has been filing band saws. At the beginning of his career as a filer he found that one of the strong essentials for success was to use the best

saws he could find for the work in hand. Following out this principle his choice has naturally been the DISSTON BRAND, of which Mr. Kutz always speaks in the highest terms. That his rule is a good one to follow is attested by his successful career, and by the good things said of him by his friends and associates.

At present Mr. Kutz is with the U. S. Spruce Lumber Company at Fairwood, Va., taking care of their bands and re-saws, a position which he has held with credit for the past nine years. These saws run night and day, cutting spruce and hardwood. This goes far to prove that DISSTON SAWS merit Mr. Kutz's faith in them.